I Hate It When Voldemort Mga Nobela at Kwento

I've had a plan since day one, and though there still are many things I wish I could experience, I knew I had one purpose when I made the fucking deal years ago. "Luci, don't tell me you're thinking about seeking him out. You can't. You know that you wouldn't find him unless he wants to be found. A place you're thinking about, a place like that, man, it doesn't exist." Vlad exclaims, and I barely hold back from lashing out at him. Vlad and his stupid riddles, I fucking hate them. For once, the guy could talk like every other normal person, but no, he has to be the smartass and sound like a complete tool as he does.

Is that what she was worried about? "I don't want that power," I said. "Or the clan. Okay? Seriously, what is wrong with you people? How many times do I have to tell you I have bigger and better things to do than huddle in a drafty castle in the back ass of Europe and play dress up?" Pannera snapped, coming for me, but I was ready and so was my demon. Just enough fire. Vampires hate fire. I think I singed her. Most awesome.

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

He held his hand out to Levi. Levi clasped his brother's hand. "You have no idea how long I waited to get my brother back." "Alex are you crying," Gina said. "No, shut up," she said to Gina as she wiped away her tears, and even I was tearing at the sentiment. Levi grinned. "See what you did. You made Voldemort cry." Alex glared at him. "Shut it Valentine, or I'll turn you into a bat." "I'm starting to think you're secretly a nerd," Gina said to Levi, "with all your pop culture references."

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

“I wasn’t aware a truce was necessary. We’re not in a war.” “No, but—” I blew out a frustrated breath. He had to make this difficult. “I’m trying to be nice, okay? We’re stuck with each other for the next year, so I want to make our lives easier. Just take the damn pastries. You can eat them, throw them out, feed them to your pet snake Nagini, whatever.” His mouth twitched. “Did you just compare me to Voldemort?” “What? No!” Maybe. Definitely. Or worse.

"Shit, that hurts." "Damn right it hurts, you bloody idiot!" Viktor's fury boiled over, his Russian accent thickening like it always did when he was pissed. He hauled me up gently. "You've got stitches that need to heal and now you're poisoning yourself with this crap? Boss, I swear, if you die on me from stupidity, I'll kill you myself." I winced at every step, my head pounding like a drum. What the hell was I doing? Viktor was right—I was an idiot.

“Figures.” Silence stretched between us for a moment, but my mind refused to shut up. Images of Victor standing beside another woman kept replaying in my head like punishment. “I hate him,” I said suddenly. Jane groaned. “Please do not start.” “I mean it,” I continued, sitting up on my bed. “I really hate him.” Jane turned back to look at me. “You hate everyone when you are emotional. Last week it was the barista because she spelled your name wrong.”

“You know who I’m talking about even though I can’t say his name,” I laughed, already knowing who she was talking about. “Like Voldemort in Harry Porter,” “Like Voldemort,” She responded. I left the reception after having a good laugh at the new nickname Rose had formed for Lucas and I can’t help but wonder if he was still like that. Dark, evil, and manipulative just like high school. I gathered some of the files that bitchy Charlotte had left on my desk and placed them on the low-rise shelf that was in the corner of the office room, leaving one on the table to go through.

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever.